"Ah, I understand, you want to be the messenger of peace." Before Duan Qing finished speaking, Hu Mobei nodded his head as if he had already realized it: "You want us to put down our hatred for them?

"

"I know this is difficult, but at least you can try to maintain a certain baseline of battlefield etiquette." Duan Qing smiled and gestured to the distance of the grassland below: "For example, non-aggression, don't attack each other's rear when attacking.

Back, or holding back the other party, etc... When facing such a huge enemy, the so-called hatred and grudges don't seem to be that important anymore, right?"

"..."

Without answering Duan Qing's words immediately, Hu Mobei just kept looking at the face of the gray-robed magician with his hands behind his back. It wasn't until the warriors and guards standing behind both sides thought that the conversation was about to end, that he

Slowly put away his attention gift: "Learning from the past, I don't want to believe what you said."

"Understood." Duan Qing clapped his hands and walked towards the other side of the ruins: "Then you can talk about it yourself."

Following the direction pointed by Duan Qing, Violet's figure once again appeared in the blurry scene of the magic light curtain. She looked a little sullen because of being disturbed and then turned her attention away from the experiment in front of her.

Moved away, swung his sleeves and walked out of the transmission range of the magic light curtain: "What happened again - well, it was you."

"..."

Falling into a greater silence than before, Hu Mobei stared at the figure of the girl in front of him without saying a word for a long time. The familiar salute movements unique to the Hulun people also followed the young elder and bowed deeply.

Her waist and arched fists appeared in front of Violet's expression that gradually raised her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!